[Excuse you, his wife isn't a "space witch".

It's not that Zarkon is the most adoring respecter of nature, but he doesn't wish it any harm, either. Zarkon usually isn't one to destroy landscapes (at present), but things had happened. He also usually isn't one to busy himself planting trees, but again—things had happened. He's strong enough to move these trees, but he has limited experience with this kind of manual labor.

At the sound of a familiar voice, he looks up from his labors, peering toward the sound through the (still upright) trees.]

Coran—?

[He hadn't expected to see Alfor's advisor, but that is definitely who it is.]

So, it is you. I could say the same. Alfor isn't here, is he?

[Asking about his friend is his first impulse, since he's so used to seeing Coran in Alfor's presence. However, he'd already tried contacting Alfor, with no success, so he doesn't really expect an affirmative answer. He follows his question with a nod.]

Yes. I encountered unforeseen difficulties.

[He's not going to leave the countryside in ruins. He supposes moving trees could be a form of strength training, but it's not his preferred method.]